interestingly enough.. im not the only one
your not the only one vying for my attention
fighting for his affections
forget triangles
we straight square
sharing
hating
calling
writing
swearing
hating
loving
fucking
fucked.
she's got her heart strung across the bits and bytes
she's got my space on lock tight
indiscretions/ secrets / pain
laid out for all to see
we have hit a new high
become a new low
we all tied together
a cacophony of unyielding hearts
make disaster instead of beautiful
make a farce out of love
disgrace happiness
for selfishness
we don't really care about who gets who
it's all about me, me, me, me, me
me
in the middle of it all...
still young with the scraps of our hearts spilling through our fingers
too old for mommy to kiss and make it better
too young to give up, yet more than enough time to get over
us in the middle
still lost.
basic at our core just wanting
love
but what's love got to do with it?
when we lying/ screaming/ dialing/hanging/fighting
we way past love
way past hurt
we're lost
just wanting to be held
cared about
wanted
loved
just wanting / needing/ lacking
real love.
(c)2006 Tiye Nayeli
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